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My mother died before she knew that I was a dwarf, yet she is with me - always

By Aharon Appelfeld   October 2004

My name is Arnold, and I am forty-eight inches tall. For more than fifty years, I have been wandering the world this way. In recent years I have been living in Max Muenster’s cellar. The conditions aren’t heart-warming, but they aren’t shameful either. I have a room with a transom window, a kitchen and a bathroom. I also make my living here: I’m Muenster’s cook. Muenster has a little restaurant up above, more like an enlarged canteen, and I supply it from below: sandwiches, salads, soups and cheese-filled blintzes. My food has made a name for itself. “Give me one…

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